Gym.....who's gym?

So last week, before the dreaded birthday, I decided I needed to get my life into order & I joined the gym. Off I went for my induction. I think I needed an ambulance after I'd finished. I don't think it was the most sensible idea to wear 3 layers including a big hoodie!! 

So, just my luck the day after my induction I was struck down by a silly cold/virus & struggled to move all week. I managed to get back to the gym 2 days ago & actually really enjoyed it. My best friend & gym buddy picked me up (mainly to make sure I went!!). I stayed on the cross trainer & managed to do 6k in 30 minutes. Not bad for my first 'real' gym session. I think it was my music choices that got me through it. I struggled not to dance to Taylor Swift at one point. It's a good job it wasn't busy in there!! 

This generally sums up my feelings towards the gym! 

It's here...

So after all the weeks of silly worries & panic, my 30th birthday arrived on 13th March. For some reason (a silly one no doubt) I've been building up to my birthday in a negative way. I really did not want to be '30' & have been telling everyone for weeks that it was going to be my 24th. I think some people may have believed me!! 

I spent the night before my birthday reminiscing, listening to favourite 'old' songs & generally getting myself into a state. How stupid am I? Don't answer!! Being 30 so far doesn't seem so bad. Granted I've only been it for 3 days but it seems to be, dare I say it, better somehow. Maybe subconsciously my outlook on life has changed. Maybe I'm being more positive & focused. Who knows? But what I do know is that I like it. I really didn't want to but I do. Maybe when the cake runs out I'll go back to normal me. For now I'll stick to being 30 year old Katie. I'll let you know how it goes.